Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The conservative elders of the Ashford family were no joke.

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Even though Chris seemed to be in charge of the Ashford Group now, those elders still had more than enough power to call the shots.

That was probably why Chris had rushed back home and changed his mind so quickly–deciding the wedding was back on

after all.

Chris tried to smooth things over. “Our marriage doesn’t concern Olivia.”

A cold smile tugged at Stephanie’s lips. “Doesn’t it?”

She didn’t believe for a second that Chris would keep this from her.

Just as she finished speaking, Chris’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out and saw Olivia’s name on the screen.

Stephanie glanced at it, and sure enough, Olivia’s name was flashing back at her.

Chris shot her a stern look and said, “The wedding is going ahead as planned. No changes.”

Stephanie waved him off dismissively. “Go ahead and take the call.”

There was a hint of sympathy in her voice–a little sympathy for Chris, of all people.

He was the heir to Long Harbor’s top family, but when it came to his own marriage, it was clear he couldn’t even make his own decisions.

again. Chris then stood up. “You’re right. I should

out to the balcony, phone in hand.

he’d left this same spot, he’d been

least a bit of respect. Clearly, the Ashford elders had given

saying on the other end of the line,

for a while, and when he finally hung up and came back inside, his face was

at Stephanie, looking like he

beat, Stephanie said, “I guess… she’s feeling bad

like she already knew

darkened even further, clearly annoyed by Stephanie’s jab at

was too

You’re coming with me. I’ll have

was an order, a way

her

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grabbing her by both shoulders. “What I said this morning was thoughtless. Our wedding is still going ahead, in

tone softened, almost like he was trying to coax

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it hadn’t been for his family’s interference, Chris had planned to give her the cold shoulder for a

thought maybe, if he was just a bit gentler with her,

am? Your puppet? You

earlier that morning,

pressure, he was

but what about mine? If I backtrack now, won’t